Disclaimer: Yu Yu is not mine. Sadly. LEMON AND YAOI WARNING.

Anniversary
by Fox

8.Training

The wild air of the Makai filled Kurama’s nostrils, as the portal closed behind them. Michael was in his side, slightly behind, dressed in old jeans and a oversized green pullover that emphasized the shining almost blonde hair. As the sun reflected in his glasses, Kurama can’ t helps but notice he looks very much different from the last days. In someway, Michael looks more… straight, yes, more decided…
Hiei, after close the portal departed with a brief “ I’m going to hunt. Set a place to stay” before disappear between the tall trees of the wild forest.
They has arrived at the glorious afternoon of the Makai, the sun casting long, mysterious shadows in the ground, the greenness as welcoming as always. The background was a old, well protected hill where Hiei has disappeared, and a surrounding of thorny plants. A secure place. After a moment’s hesitation, Kurama recognized the place as the scenario of one of his old battles.
- … Kurama?.- a hand reached for his shoulder, and Kurama stared to Michael, who looked worried.
- Nani…?-
- I was talking to you… You looked distracted.
- Sumanu. I was … remembering something.-
- You had been here before, neeh?.-
- How did you know?.- Kurama asked, looking to Michael, who was lazily recollecting a bit of wood with his foot.
- I supposed it for you face.- he says sincerely.  Besides, you and the boy in black looks like you both had passed a lot of things together…-
Kurama gasped.
-… Did I say something wrong?.-
- No, in fact… - He seated in a trunk and starts opening the little bag he was carrying with some blankets.- … It’s … true. I’m sorry if we didn’t tell anything before to you. This was so fast. In fact, long years ago, a youko … a kitsune spirit lived here, and was called youko Kurama…-

When Hiei came back Michael has started a fire, and the sunset has turned into early night, still the wonderful colors of the dying sun in the horizon. Kurama was in a blanket like a spoiled fox, his hair tied behind and a dreamy smile in his lips as he sipped carefully a strange looking juicy fruit. He looked strange, more feral, maybe, more relaxed, and Hiei can’t help but a scorning look came back to his face. So you’re remembering what you was trying to deny, who you are, neeh? I truly hate that silly actitude of you… why you enjoyed so much to be what you aren’t, kitsune? You’re a sex-obsessed thieve, killer and cruel bastard. A egotistic, selfish and sarcastic kitsune…
Nothing more, nothing less.
- Here is dinner.- the now tall demon put the meat over the fire with skilled hands and then sat with a frown. Micheal was still fussing with some blankets and branches making a little refugee and he smirked. Baka ningen. There’s nothing better than a tree. Sleep in the ground is a stupidity…
- Oh, thanks, Hiei.- Michael smiled pleasantly to him.- Hiei, Kurama had been telling to me a bit about you… seems you’re a great warrior. I… hadn’t the time to say it before, but I really appreciate the troubles you’re taking for me…- he bowed, and then he looked to the demon to the eye.- I hope we could be friends.-
- Hnm.- Hiei, unease, stared to him with his “ not in his life” look. But Michael just nodded and smiled gain like Hiei has given him a friendly hug.
Hiei snorted.

- Kurama.-
The voice woke up the kitsune in a rush. He looked to the nearby tree where Hiei stood, watching the stars, his luminous ruby eyes staring to the space, and then to Michael, sleep in a bundle next to him, his hand carefully folding his own.
Was something in the asleep face of Michael? Something… feline…?
- Kurama.-
He walked to Hiei, who had just whispered his name from the tree. In the darkness, just the white outburst of his forehead and his eyes were barely visible.
Kurama had forgotten how dark Makai nights were. So cold, so immense and lonely. Just the silence, some birds, a growl in the far away. So… sweet. So exciting. So…
Kurama’s thoughts were cut short when Hiei jumped from the tree and stood there, like waiting.
- Nani ka, Hiei?- he asked. He doesn’t want to fight more. Around his damaged heart just Michael had been able to build a frail bandage and Hiei can rip his heart with the same ease of his body.
- Get ready, kitsune. We need to train.-
- What… ?- Kurama, without pants, just with slip and long cotton shirt blinked.
- If you want protect him.- Hiei snarled without humor.- You need… better.-
The kitsune lowered his gaze.
- I… I don’t want to train with you anymore, Hiei…- he whispered.  Mangetsu is strong, and I’ll try my best to protect Michael. He is a good man. But…- his voice dropped.- I don’t want to even see you again after this, Hiei. It’s too painful. Please, let me… alone.-
- Alone …with him, neeh?.-
Hiei’s voice was suddenly near. So near.
Hot, harsh breath in his face.
Kurama lifted his gaze to Hiei’s big ruby eyes, leveled with his own. His old, abrasive desire returned to him, but the pain Hiei has inflicted made the desire painful and something he need to rid off. To escape from that piercing stare…
A sob suddenly leaves his throat, and he looked to Hiei with his own luminous green eyes like two wet gems.
- Please, it’s too much… it’s enough. Michael c-cares… about me.
Was no warning, not even a rush of wind betraying him. Kurama has got slower, and Hiei really better. Suddenly Kurama was pinned harshly against the ground, between the hard roots of the tree, and Hiei was kneeled above him, his fingers gripping his hair and scalp, something large and hot against his face, and a violent hand opening his mouth by force. Kurama tried to move his arms, pinned under Hiei’s knees, and to moan in pain for the way that fingers scratched the inside of his mouth before being replaced with than long, ironed object burning his tongue.
He tried to scream, but he was choking. Hiei’s essence was all around him, his ruby eyes in the darkness darker, looking the tear filled pleading eyes from above with a burning, cruel stare. And Kurama’s body answered violently, his own erection begging for attention, but not even him able to help it, to soothe the pain. Hiei pushed inside his mouth, and just the way his sex hardened and vibrated betrayed his pleasure has he never blinked, just staring. Kurama moaned in torture and his eyes goes to the sleeping, innocent figure of the human young man few steps, still in the warm light circle of the fire as he was savagely raped in the dark.
Mi… chael… tasu…ke... te…
Hiei… my love… I want you… I want…
Kurama twisted, feeling his mind going dizzy for the pleasure, the feeling of Hiei overcoming him.
He is raping me…!
WANT HIM…!
He is hurting me…!
WANT HIM NOW!!
Hiei gasped and a hand goes to get a hard grip in Kurama’s aroused flesh when the kitsune started to answer, sucking in desperation. Hiei started to twist and pressure violently the hard flesh, and Kurama bite him in response to the hellish mix of pain, pain and pleasure. Then, hot lava filled his mouth and burned his throat…
… Then, he was alone against the tree, his sex throbbing in the need of release, all dizzy, his face covered with the seed of Hiei’s passion.
He was alone…
Was in that second Michael woke up, when Mangetsu made his apparition.

~ To Be Continued ~

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